Call her 'Princess'

“You girls are really going to love this!” Noboyuki Masaki enthused.
“Come on, dad, do we really need to make such a big deal out of this?” Tenchi flinched in familial embarrassment.
“Of course we do!” Noboyuki stood up and beamed. “We've got to christen our new home theatre system somehow and I can't think of a better way to do that than a movie night!”
“Yeah, it sounds like fun!” Mihoshi clapped her hands.
“Just remember that we're still on call tonight,” Kiyone warned, tapping her GP-issue wrist monitor.
Noboyuki patted one of the giant speaker boxes, which stood almost shoulder-high on either side of the television. “Well, you'll be missing out if you do have to leave.”
“Uh, yeah. Sure.” Kiyone sighed. “Mihoshi, don't touch that! Mr Masaki just went to all that trouble setting it all up!”
Mihoshi put the remote control down nervously. Noboyuki laughed.
“It was no trouble at all, really! I'm just glad that we have this opportunity to get really close together as a family.”
“I'll be interested to see what the equipment can do,” said Washu. “You know I wrote a thesis on sound reproduction when I was at the Academy. It's amazing what you can do to structures or even living bodies with just the right frequency!”
“I don't even want to know,” Tenchi muttered.
“Well, Sasami should be just about done with the snacks,” Noboyuki shifted the speaker box a fraction of an inch to the left. “Once she's done, we'll be ready for our big premiere! I think you'll be really impressed, Washu. These speakers pack quite a punch. We'll be feeling all kinds of good vibrations soon!”
Washu glanced at Tenchi, who was cringing again, and grinned. “I'm sure we will.”
Tenchi sidled over to Ryoko, who was standing a little way apart from the group that had assembled in the spacious living room, her arms crossed as she leaned on the wall.
“I'm...not totally sure that this is a good idea,” he admitted quietly.
Ryoko nodded. “I can't imagine why. Just make sure that I don't end up sitting next to him on that couch, that's all I ask.” She flashed him a grin. “I'd much rather sit with you.”
“Ahah, yes, well...” Tenchi grinned back nervously. “We'll just have to see if there's space...”
“Oh, I don't mind sitting on your lap, Tenchi,” Ryoko winked.
“Ahah...ha...” Tenchi backed away and ran into his father.
“Tenchi! Don't just stand there.” Noboyuki waved. “Close the curtains and turn off the lights!”
“Shouldn't we wait for Sasami before making it all dark in here?” Tenchi pointed out.
“That's a good point,” said Washu. “I'll just go and help her, shall I?”
“I'll go, too!” Mihoshi jumped up.
“I guess that means me, too,” Kiyone muttered. “If only to make sure that some of the food actually makes it here...”
Tenchi watched them head off for the kitchen and looked back around the room, now empty aside from himself, his father and Ryoko.
“Say, where's Miss Ayeka?” he asked. “Shouldn't she be here?”
“I think she was taking a bath earlier,” said Ryoko. “She must be taking her time getting dressed or something. You know how prissy she is.”
Tenchi ignored the last remark. “Well, she ought to be down here or she'll miss the start of the movie. I think I should go and get her.”
“Don't even think about it, Tenchi,” Noboyuki wagged a screwdriver at him from behind the television. “I need you down here to help me with this.”
Tenchi sighed. “Sure thing, dad. Hey, Ryoko, since everyone else is in the kitchen do you think you could go and find her?”
“Fine.” Ryoko pushed herself off the wall. “Just remember that I'm doing this for you. And I don't want to spend the night sitting next to her, either.”
“I'm sure Sasami made enough that the two of you won't have to share a snack bowl,” said Tenchi. There was a crash of crockery from the kitchen followed by the telltale sounds of Kiyone's voice rising in irritation over a background of laughter from Sasami and Washu. “So long as there's any of it left...”
“Tenchi! Can you give me a hand with this?” Noboyuki was fumbling around in the mass of cables behind the speakers.
“Coming, dad.”
“I'm out of here.” Ryoko headed for the stairs. “Start without us if we're not back in a few minutes.”


First Princess Ayeka Jurai had stepped out of her bath feeling much refreshed and had returned to her room in a good frame of mind to change for the evening. Simply dressed in her plain under-robe, she stood before the storage cylinder that held her wardrobe and ran her hands through the multicoloured silk thoughtfully. She remembered overhearing Noboyuki talking about his plans for a movie night and smiled to herself at the thought. She pictured herself on the L-shaped couch, sitting close to Tenchi in the darkness as they watched the film. Of course she knew that Tenchi was far too proper and well-behaved to do anything overt, but she allowed herself to imagine anyway. Perhaps in the dark her hand might accidentally brush his as they sat side by side. She could pretend that it was an accident if he didn't react. But if he did...Ayeka allowed herself to smile at the thought of his hand intertwining with hers under the cover of the shadows, forming a secret bond...
“Yes, this one will do nicely.”
She selected a dark blue robe with long flowing sleeves – all the better for concealing any movement in the dark, she thought. Holding it up to the light critically, she walked barefoot across the room to hang it on the wall next to the mirror and sat down to do her hair. There was a small bench in front of the mirror for the purpose, just high enough for her to sit and still keep the tips of her long ponytails off the floor. She sat down, humming a tune under her breath as she picked up her comb. She ran it through her hair slowly, pondering what would be the best approach. The twin tails that she typically wore were simple, but rather precluded her from relaxing on the couch. And with everybody there, of course, the couch would be crowded. All the better if she was seated next to Tenchi, of course, but it also invited trouble if she was trailing two long tails of hair. It was all too easy to imagine Ryoko 'accidentally' sitting on one, and Ayeka wasn't sure that she would be able to restrain her reaction appropriately if that happened.
“Maybe something else, then...”
She reached behind her head and drew the tails over her shoulder to begin plaiting them together into a single braid. She rarely wore her hair in this style as it was time-consuming to do and undo, but it was undoubtedly far sturdier and more controllable than her twin tails. She wished for a moment that she had Sasami with her to help, but she knew that her little sister would be hard at work preparing a feast for the movie night. Making do, she worked slowly and methodically, wrapping the violet strands together. After a time the work came automatically and she was able to let her mind wander as her fingers worked patiently on her hair.
“Oh, Lord Tenchi! I'm so sorry!” She drew her hand back from where it had inadvertently rested against his leg.
“That's all right, Miss Ayeka.” He smiled kindly. “In fact, you could sit a bit closer if you'd like...”
Ayeka giggled to herself, blushing at the thought. She had heard that Earth couples could get up to all sorts of things while watching movies, though obviously the crowded family couch would preclude any such indulgences here and now. But perhaps if tonight was a good experience, it would lead to other opportunities in future...maybe special trips together into town to the small cinema...and once there...who knew?
“Finally alone,” she sighed happily.
“And the whole place to ourselves,” Tenchi smiled...
Of course, it wasn't certain that Tenchi would be bolder in secret, but one could always hope. At the very least, it was a new possibility. She made a mental note to choose her best perfume, something appealing yet subtle enough that Tenchi would want to get closer to enjoy it. Ayeka closed her eyes as she allowed her mind to wander through a series of happy images.
“Oh, Lord Tenchi...”
“Miss Ayeka...”
Her mind wasn't the only thing wandering, she found. The light robe she was wearing was only fastened at the shoulder and her hand soon found its way beneath it to explore the outline of her body in its sheer white corset. With her eyes still closed, it was easy to imagine that it was someone else's hand...maybe Tenchi's...or...
“Ryoko...”
Ayeka's eyes opened in surprise at herself. But why not...she knew Ryoko's touch well enough to replicate it, and the images of her weren't much less appealing than those of Tenchi. Ayeka checked that the door was locked before she allowed herself to return to the fantasies. She flicked her braided hair back over her shoulder to give herself access to the clasp on her under-robe and let it fall carelessly to the floor. Both her hands roamed over her body now as she closed her eyes again.
“Tenchi...Ryoko...”
She remembered how Ryoko had undressed her on the night of Startica when she had taken her out to a secluded glade in the rain-soaked mountains. She wondered whether Tenchi would be so adept at it or whether, overwhelmed by his love and care, he would be more hesitant. She began undoing her corset's clasps as she considered the question.
“You're so gentle, Lord Tenchi...”
The corset fell open and Ayeka stroked her fingers over her exposed skin. She opened one eye to see herself in the mirror, the corset hanging open and baring her breasts. Her own audacity surprised her and she felt herself blushing at the impropriety. She moved her hand lower, brushing her cleavage and trailing down over her stomach. As she reached between her legs, she closed her eyes again and smiled. Her fantasising had taken more of an effect on her than she had realised and she felt her own readiness with growing anticipation. How long had it been for her? The last time she had known the pleasure would have been with Ryoko on the mountainside.
Far too long.
She listened keenly for a moment, but it didn't sound as if the others had started watching the movie downstairs yet. She knew she would have to be there when it started, of course, but it seemed as if she still had some time to herself, a rare thing in such a busy household. A crashing sound from the kitchen suggested that the start of the event would be further delayed...and she decided to put the time to use...


“Ayeka? Ayeka, are you up here?”
Ryoko padded up the stairs. The argument in the kitchen was still going on in the background and she ignored it habitually as she always did anything involving Mihoshi.
“Ayeka? Hey, princess! Are you there?”
She moved down the corridor towards the Juraian's room and raised a hand to knock on the door. She stopped a fraction of a second before contacting the wood as her nose detected a pheromonal hint in the air. Sniffing, she confirmed it. Though she had already told the princess that she could smell her arousal, part of her wondered whether she had really believed it. Drawing back her hand, she put her ear to the door and listened. For a moment even her acute senses drew a blank, but then she caught a sudden intake of air as if someone who had been holding their breath with some effort had been forced to inhale again. Ryoko wondered briefly whether Ayeka had sensed her presence and the gasp had been one of surprise, but it had clearly been motivated by another sensation.
“Well, well...” Ryoko grinned to herself. The only question now was what to do. Leaving was clearly not an option, but Ryoko was unsure about how to maximise what was clearly going to be an advantage over her unsuspecting rival. She glanced down at the door handle and saw that the lock was engaged. That might have been enough to deter anybody else, but Ryoko merely concentrated and moved her body out of phase. All she was worried about now was what her opening line should be...


The corset had been discarded and lay on the floor. Naked, Ayeka leaned back on the bench and arched her back. She withdrew the hand from between her legs to stroke herself, tossing back her tassels of hair as she ran her hands down her body. Her breasts were firm but yielding and her nipples were hard with passion. She pinched one playfully and made herself giggle.
“Oh, Tenchi...” she whispered.
She let her hand drift lower, leaving her chest heaving with her breath as she slipped it back between her legs. She massaged herself gently, feeling the waves washing over her. She found her centre and applied a gentle pressure to it that made her exhale deeply. Closing her eyes, she tried to remember all the ways that Ryoko had touched her and to replicate them on herself.
“Ryoko...Ryoko...”
“You called?”
Ayeka's eyes shot open in stunned horror. Ryoko, halfway through the floor, was watching her with interest from only a few metres away.
“Ryoko!” Ayeka floundered about, snatching up her fallen under-robe and clutching it to her front. “What are you doing here?”
“Coming to get you for the movie night, of course,” said Ryoko. “But I see that you started the entertainment all by yourself.”
“I was just...I...”
“I know what you were 'just', princess.” Ryoko's grin widened.
“How dare you! What made you think you could just come in here and-”
“Like I said, I was looking for you! And I found you. And,” Ryoko went on, enjoying Ayeka's predicament, “it seems to be that I'm not the one who was about to come in here.”
Ayeka stuttered, unsure whether to be embarrassed at the situation or offended by the crude remark. “I...you shouldn't...you...”
Ryoko rose fully into the room and rephased herself so she could stand on the floor. “What's the matter, princess?”
Ayeka gave up, her embarrassment finally winning out over her indignation. Trying to drape her robe to cover as much of herself as possible, she turned away and bowed her head.
“Please just leave me, Ryoko.”
Her voice was quiet, subdued and more than a little shaky. Ryoko got the uncomfortable feeling that her practical joke might have gone too far.
“Ayeka?”
“Please leave me. I don't want you to see me like this.”
“There's no part of you I haven't seen, remember?” Ryoko pointed out.
Ayeka sighed. “I didn't just mean...like that. I meant-”
“I know what you meant,” Ryoko sat on the other end of the low bench. “It's okay.”
“How is it okay?” Ayeka didn't meet her eyes. “You saw what I...what I was doing.”
“Sure. But did it bother me?” Ryoko asked. “Of course not. You're a woman same as me. You're not made of stone. Or ice.”
Ayeka screwed up her robe in her hands. “That's not the point.”
“Why not? You think that I'd think less of you for having a humanoid's urges?”
“No, but...” Ayeka closed her eyes. “Please, Ryoko. You mustn't tell anyone. None of the others.”
“As if I would,” said Ryoko. “Come on, Ayeka, you know me better than that, right? You think I'd do that to you? I'm a pirate, not a blackmailer.”
“Please, Ryoko! Promise me you won't!” Ayeka clutched her hand. Ryoko felt the strength of the grip and saw Ayeka's knuckles showing white against her pale skin. Looking up and finally meeting the princess's red eyes, she laid her hand gently on top of hers.
“I swear it, Ayeka. On everything I hold dear, I swear it.”
Ayeka looked down again. “Th...thank you...”
“Nothing to thank me for.” Ryoko moved closer. She thought for a moment to put a comforting arm around her lover, but thought better in case the touch on her bare skin only upset Ayeka further.
“I believe you.” Ayeka was still speaking softly.
“You must have had a lot on your mind,” said Ryoko.
Ayeka blushed. “Well...I guess it's just been a while since...”
“I think I know what you mean.” Ryoko smiled. “I know how it is.”
“You do?” Ayeka looked up at her.
“I was alone for a long time,” said Ryoko. “And Ryo-Okhi has her strengths, but she's not much good as...company, if you follow me. So I had to make do.”
“Yes, I see what you mean.” Ayeka looked away again.
“So it's really not such a big deal.” Ryoko shifted closer again. “Right, princess?”
“Maybe not...but...”
“You're upset because I caught you?” Ryoko smiled wryly. “I'm only on this planet because I let Mihoshi catch me napping and shoot me out of the sky. How do you think that makes me feel?”
Ayeka smiled shyly. “Well...if you put it that way...”
“Not that I'm proud of that,” Ryoko grinned. “I have an image to maintain, after all.”
“Yes. And so do I.” Ayeka closed her eyes.
“Yeah, you do, too.” Ryoko looked at her sympathetically. “You're the straight-laced First Princess of Jurai who never puts a foot wrong and never has feelings. But I know that's not who you are inside.”
“What are you trying to say?” Ayeka frowned. “I-”
“You still haven't learned to let go, is what I'm saying, princess,” said Ryoko. “Haven't I taught you anything? It's okay to let go of all of that sometimes. You don't have to wear that mask all the time. Why are you so afraid to take it off?”
“I...I've been raised for the throne,” Ayeka said. “Raised for that my whole life. Don't you see?”
“All I see is a young woman who has taken on more than she should ever have had to and who is trying to live up to something that doesn't exist,” Ryoko dared to touch her at least. Ayeka stiffened for a moment, but then relaxed.
“Do you...do you really think so?”
“I know so.” Ryoko hugged her. “You're allowed to have needs, you know. You're allowed to have wants. You're allowed to be...to be you.”
“You're one of the few people who makes me believe that.” Ayeka whispered. “The only one, really. I don't think that Lord Tenchi would understand.”
“I think he would,” said Ryoko. “But what else would he want for you but to be happy? He wouldn't want you living a lie any more than I would.”
“It's not a lie! It's my...my heritage!”
“Yeah, I know all that.” Ryoko frowned. “I'm just saying...there's more to you than just that. You're more than just First Princess Ayeka Jurai...you're also our Ayeka.”
“Your Ayeka?” Ayeka's eyes wavered. “Oh, Ryoko...”
“I know you were raised to be a princess and all of that,” said Ryoko. “But you were taught other things as well, right? I haven't forgotten what you told me about how you Juraian royalty are trained for happy marriages...you're allowed to be happy, you know. To enjoy yourself. In every sense of the term.”
Ayeka smiled. “Maybe you're right.”
“All that stuff about your handmaiden tutor,” Ryoko grinned. “Although I have wondered...”
“Hmm?”
“Well...how does a woman teach you about males?” Ryoko cocked her head. “I mean, aside from just the theory.”
Ayeka blushed. “Really, Ryoko, why would you ask such a thing?”
“Curiosity,” Ryoko said simply. “Besides, for all your sweetness and innocence, I happen to know that you're really very talented in certain areas. Can I help wanting to know how you learned?”
“There are...certain substitutes,” Ayeka blushed. “For the male anatomy.”
“My, my,” Ryoko grinned. “You Juraians always amaze.”
“The training is comprehensive,” said Ayeka. “We can leave nothing to chance in the matter of succession.”
“Comprehensive, eh?” Ryoko smiled slyly. “Perhaps you could give me a lesson some time.”
“Perhaps I should.” Ayeka smiled back. “Thank you for not minding.”
“Hey, I'm just flattered that you were thinking of me while you were doing it.” Ryoko patted her on the shoulder and stood up. “Anyway, we'd better get down there.”
“Have they started showing the movie?” Ayeka asked.
Ryoko stopped and listened. “Nope, doesn't sound like it. They must still be clearing up whatever Mihoshi broke.”
“Well, then.” There was a rustling sound behind her as Ayeka stood up. Ryoko turned around just in time to see Ayeka raise a hand towards her. There was a tingle of static as the princess raised a forcefield and Ryoko's eyes widened as a pulse of energy lifted her off her feet and blew her into the door.
“Ayeka! Damn it, what are you playing at?”
“Letting go? Giving you that lesson? Call it what you will.” Ayeka's eyes were blazing with channelled energy as she stepped forward, apparently and uncharacteristically careless of her nakedness. Two nodes flickered into being on either side of her wrists and Ryoko felt the field grip her tight as the nodes began levitating, lifting her off the floor and bringing her towards Ayeka. Ryoko struggled against them for a moment.
“Listen, when I mentioned a lesson, I didn't necessarily mean-”
“I know what you meant. But you have a great deal to learn. Starting with some manners so that you might not intrude on a princess's private quarters without knocking.” Ayeka reached out and began peeling Ryoko's black-and-orange sleeves from her shoulders as she spoke. “Yes, Ryoko. It's time for your lesson.”
She let the pirate's garment fall away and leaned close to Ryoko's ear before she spoke again in a low whisper.
“And I shall teach you well.”
Her sultry tone reached something inside Ryoko and woke a spark of intrigue. It was rare for Ayeka to take the initiative and Ryoko knew that it wouldn't do to miss the chance to see what happened when she did. She knew that the princess had a wild, passionate side and an assertive streak in her otherwise tightly-controlled character and she wondered what possibilities lay in store since she had awoken it.
“Whatever you say,” she said, smiling.
“Good girl.” Ayeka slipped the knot of the sash around Ryoko's waist and drew her white tabard from her shoulders, leaving Ryoko in her tight-fitting red bodysuit. Ayeka, her eyes not leaving Ryoko's, drew closer and kissed her hard. Ryoko was surprised at the force of the kiss, but repaid it eagerly.
“You should not have interrupted me, Ryoko,” Ayeka whispered, sliding her hands around Ryoko's shoulders beneath the red fabric. “You've left me very unsatisfied.”
“Perhaps I should do it more often if it gets you in a mood like this,” Ryoko grinned.
“What makes you think you'll have the chance?” Ayeka glared. “You've got some nerve even now.”
“That's right.” Ryoko glared back defiantly. “And what do you propose to do about it, little princess?”
“Oh, you impossible woman...” Ayeka pushed her back into the wall, silencing her with another deep, fierce kiss. Ryoko felt her bodysuit being tugged from her shoulders and shivered with anticipation. She arched her back as her breasts came free from their confinement. Naked to the waist, she tried to put her arms around Ayeka to draw her in closer but the nodes held her firmly and it was clear that Ayeka would be setting the pace of this encounter. Her struggles caused the forcefields to crackle with static and Ayeka gave her a triumphant smile.
“It's no use trying to break free, Ryoko. I've got you just where I want you.”
She rested her hands on Ryoko's chest as she gave the captive pirate a knowing smirk. Ryoko shivered as Ayeka stroked the upper curve of her breasts, taking her nipples in the palms of hands. Pleased at the feeling of their hardness, Ayeka massaged the peaks with her thumbs before she kissed them slowly, sucking each one into her mouth and doing things to them with her tongue that made Ryoko melt.
“Oh, Ayeka...”
Ayeka clapped a hand to her buttock. There was no force behind it, but the suddenness of the movement took Ryoko by surprise. Ayeka was glaring at her again.
“Speak when you're spoken to, dear Ryoko, or it will go hard for you.”
“Is that right? Just how hard?” Ryoko was intrigued.
“As hard as I wish it.” Ayeka kissed her again. Her hands roamed into Ryoko's red bodysuit and began stripping it from her. Ryoko rejoiced as she joined Ayeka in nakedness and looked down at her. Ayeka tossed the crumpled red fabric to one side and stroked Ryoko's leg adoringly.
“You're far too much of a temptation sometimes,” she commented.
Ryoko's breath caught as Ayeka kissed her inner leg and began working her way up. “Is that my fault?”
“Indeed it is.” Ayeka kissed her inner thigh lightly and glanced up at the secret between her legs, now just inches away. “And you seem to know it, too.”
Ryoko moaned as Ayeka's fingers stroked over her most sensitive parts, but was surprised when Ayeka simply kept moving up her body. By the time she reached Ryoko's breasts, they were heaving with expectation. Ayeka cupped them in her hands, pinched the stiff nipples and lifted the soft mounds by them, making Ryoko cry out until Ayeka kissed her again, quieting her with her lips and tongue. Ryoko closed her eyes and let Ayeka have what she wanted until the Juraian broke off and stepped back. Ryoko watched her as she gave her a sly smile and went to the wardrobe to take a small cylindrical wooden case from the top shelf.
“I believe you expressed an interest in how the women of the Jurai royal family were trained in male pleasures,” Ayeka smiled.
Ryoko smiled back. “I think you mentioned something about substitutes.”
Ayeka stroked the case. “Very good, Ryoko.”
The case clicked open. Ryoko guessed that it was gene-programmed to Ayeka's touch since she hadn't seen her activate any switches or locks, but her interest in the technology was quickly outweighed by her interest in the contents. Juraians, wherever possible, grew their devices from living trees, lending their architecture a characteristic natural, organic appearance. The smooth, curved lines they produced were entire appropriate to what the case contained. Several objects of slightly varied design and curvature, in restful, natural colours, sat inside in a gilt frame. Ryoko's eyes widened appreciatively.
“Quite a collection, if I may say so, princess.”
“You may indeed, Ryoko.” Ayeka selected one coloured like late autumn leaves.
“And you've been keeping it in your room this whole time?” Ryoko grinned. “I take it that Sasami doesn't know about this.”
“Correct again, Ryoko. And even if she did, the case is coded to respond to my touch alone.” Ayeka smiled. Ryoko congratulated herself on being proven right about the mechanism, but soon grew more interested with what Ayeka had in mind next. The princess padded back across the room, holding the device between her hands in a manner that would have made Tenchi collapse on the spot had he seen it.
“This is a special model. Not one for beginners...but then, you're hardly a beginner, are you?” Ayeka stroked the tip of it over Ryoko's collarbone before laying the length of it in her cleavage. It was already warm to the touch of her skin, as if it was absorbing the heat from Ayeka's hand. Ryoko looked down to gauge it for size and smiled approvingly as Ayeka put a hand to the back of her neck to play with her hair.
“Whatever you say, Ayeka.”
“Princess.” Ayeka's hand was suddenly gripping her hair, drawing her head back until Ryoko was forced to meet her smouldering eyes. “You will call me princess.”
Ryoko gasped and grinned at the sight of Ayeka's dominating side coming out. “Whatever you say, princess.”
“Better.” Ayeka released her hair and kissed her. She took a step back, cradling the toy to her chest. With her free hand, she made a brief gesture in the air and the nodes holding Ryoko's wrist levitated, bringing her arms up and putting her taut body on full display. Ayeka ran her eyes up and down her form approvingly as she began walking around her, taking her in from every angle.
“Hey, where do you think you're going?” Ryoko twisted her head to try to see her. “What are you doing?”
“What am I doing?” Ayeka was directly behind her, out of her line of sight, but Ryoko could feel her hot breath on her ear and knew that she was close. “The forcefields around this room are both impenetrable and soundproof. So let me tell you exactly what I'm doing, Ryoko. I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you until you scream. Or until you learn some manners. Whichever comes first.”
Ryoko almost died on the spot to hear language like that spoken in the Juraian's prim, carefully-enunciated tones. “Oh, gods...you should talk dirty more often, Ayeka.”
A hand landed on her rump again. “What did I tell you to call me?”
Ryoko smiled. “My princess.”
“That's right.” Ayeka's hands crept around her body. “Now. Prepare it.”
Ryoko opened her mouth obediently as Ayeka offered her the toy. She took its rounded head between her lips, closing her eyes as she let her imagination run wild. It was so easy to imagine it as if it were Tenchi's...
“Very good.” Ayeka said approvingly, seeing how much attention Ryoko was paying to her assigned task, her eyes gleaming as she imagined it too. “Very, very good.”
Ryoko drew back for a shuddering breath. Ayeka's other hand was busy between her legs, massinging their way into her wetness. “I'm...glad you like it, princess.”
“Oh, I do. Very much.” Ayeka kissed the side of her neck. “You're all ready.”
The hand between the pirate's legs withdrew and the toy vanished from Ryoko's sight as Ayeka brought it around to enter her from behind. Ryoko felt it pressing against her entrance and tried to make herself relax despite the nodes' grip on her body. Ayeka stroked her hair comfortingly and whispered to her again.
“Take it all, Ryoko.”
“Y...yes, princess!”
Ryoko gave a cry that she only stopped by biting her lip as Ayeka suddenly filled her with the toy. A wave of warmth swept through her body.
“There you go.” Ayeka smiled at the sight and began moving the toy in and out slowly. “Now you're learning.”
“A...Ayeka...Ayeka...”
“Hush, now, Ryoko.” Ayeka kissed her again. “Don't make me gag you, too.”
Ryoko moaned at the thought, but obeyed, bowing her head. Ayeka explored her body with her free hand, running it through the spikes of cyan hair, down her neck, over her breasts and stomach. Ryoko trembled as she felt herself go weak at the knees, kept upright only by the forcefields around her. Ayeka worked the toy into her with both patience and passion, building up her pleasure. She rested a hand on Ryoko's backside again and squeezed the soft hemisphere.
“Just like this, Ryoko,” she whispered. “Just like this. Keep going.”
“My princess...yes...” Ryoko had seldom felt this powerless, but she had seldom enjoyed herself more either. Ayeka's hand slid down around the curve of her rump and Ryoko's golden eyes widened in shock as she felt Ayeka brush over a part of her body that she hadn't thought that the proud princess would acknowledge existed.
“Gods, Ayeka!”
“I told you to be silent, did I not?” Ayeka increased the pressure she was exerting at both points on Ryoko's body.
“I'm...I'm sorry, I couldn't help-”
“Sorry, what?”
“Sorry, princess!”
“Correct.” Ayeka smiled, enjoying having the infamous Ryoko so entirely under her control. “Now, how do you feel?”
Ryoko moaned. “I'm so close...please...”
“Please, what? You seem to be forgetting.” Ayeka's touch grew firmer still, driving Ryoko towards the edge.
“Please, princess!”
“Tell me what you want,” Ayeka whispered. “Tell me. Beg me.”
Ryoko felt a shudder run through her. Ayeka was capable of far more than even she had ever imagined.
“I want you to finish me,” she whispered urgently. “I want you to fuck me just like you said you would. Please...my princess. Please don't stop.”
“Good girl.” Ayeka kissed her. “You don't have to remain silent for this part.”
Ryoko threw back her head and cried out in gratitude as her climax took her, washing through her like warm breaking waves. Ayeka felt her muscles tightening with every electric pulse and forced her to ride them all the way to conclusion, breathing comforts in her ear as Ryoko bucked and moaned helplessly.
“Well done.” She kissed her at last and withdrew her hands. Ryoko whimpered as the toy slid out of her and let her head fall forwards in exhaustion.
“Oh, princess...”
“I think you can call me Ayeka now.” Ayeka smiled and moved around her body to kiss her lovingly. Ryoko kissed her back gratefully.
“So...did I pass?”
“You did very well, Ryoko.” Ayeka fingered the toy, which was glistening with Ryoko's sex. “For your first class.”
“First?”
Ayeka smiled coyly. “I hope so.”
Ryoko watched her lick the toy and felt herself tingle at the thought of her taste in Ayeka's mouth. “Oh, gods...so do I.”
Ayeka kissed the tip of the toy. “But of course, there is one thing we still must do now.”
“What's that?”
Ayeka placed the toy on the floor and stood up again. She gave Ryoko a knowing look, and gestured to the nodes again. Ryoko felt her arms coming down as she was lowered into a kneeling position over the toy, gazing up at Ayeka. The scent of her arousal was almost a physical force, the fires of her pent-up need raging behind her crimson eyes.
“My princess.” Ryoko smiled.
“My Ryoko.” Ayeka stroked her hair and nodded. The nodes lowered Ryoko to the floor and she gasped again as the toy entered her. Taking a moment to adjust to the feeling of it from this angle, Ryoko leaned forwards and sealed her mouth over Ayeka's womanhood. Ayeka felt the hot tongue lapping at her and cried out joyfully. Encouraged by the reaction, Ryoko closed her eyes and pressed on. Every movement of her body made the toy move inside her and every slight variation in pressure made Ayeka quake with delight. Ryoko wished that she at least had the freedom of her hands, but they were still bound and defied her attempts to move them. Ayeka's hand ran through her hair and gripped it to guide her.
“Oh, yes, Ryoko...like that...just like that.”
Ryoko, sensing an opportunity to turn the tables somewhat, redoubled her efforts. She could feel that Ayeka was having to brace herself to remain standing, so she unleashed an assault on her that left her breathless and shaking. Ayeka knelt, keeping her legs spread and drawing Ryoko in closer.
“Ryoko...oh, Ryoko...”
“Is this what you were picturing when you were thinking of me before, princess?” Ryoko breathed. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Oh, gods, yes, Ryoko...” Ayeka's eyes were closed as she concentrated on the sensations. Her body was responding to Ryoko's attentions faster than she had expected. She cried out in wordless exultation and gripped Ryoko's hair to pull her closer. Ryoko, surprised but pleased, did as she was bid, moving her hips on the toy as she did so.
“Ryoko...Ryoko...”
Ayeka was whispering her name like a spell, as if she was the only thing in the universe that mattered to her. Ryoko loved to hear it said like that and it served as further encouragement despite the somewhat awkward angle the princess was forcing her to work at. Ayeka's taste filled her mouth as she continued.
“Come on, princess,” she whispered.
“I'm...almost...”
Ayeka's head fell back as she cried out again. Ryoko felt a crackle of static electricity and suddenly realised that her wrists had been freed from their confinement. Maintaining the forcefields took Ayeka's concentration and she clearly had other things on her mind at the moment. She could hear a deep bass sound from the living room downstairs and guessed that the other had started watching the film. Well, that could wait, and by the sounds of it Mr Masaki's new speaker set was as good as any soundproof field for making sure that nobody could hear what was happening in the room upstairs. Taking full advantage of her new freedoms, Ryoko reached out and seized Ayeka's legs, pulling them towards her and dropping the surprised princess onto her back. Ryoko spread her legs further and attacked her once again, feeling her own body surge at the way the sudden change in position made the toy move inside her.
“Ryoko! Oh, Ryoko!” Ayeka's fingers gripped the carpet, scoring tracks in it as she arched her back and gave voice to her pleasure. Ryoko didn't back off, letting her feel it all, watching her writhing on the floor. The sight was so powerfully erotic that she found herself moving on the toy with renewed effort. She took a hand from Ayeka's thigh and put it between her own legs, working her bud frantically until she joined Ayeka in her ecstasy, her cries of delight muffled by the princess's sex. She collapsed onto her side, panting, and crawled up until she was alongside her lover, withdrawing the toy as she did so.
“Ayeka...”
“Ryoko...” Ayeka's trembling hand reached out to Ryoko's, taking it and holding it steady as Ayeka opened her eyes again and gazed at her. The fire behind them was gone, sated at last, and in its place was a tranquil contentment that made Ryoko's heart melt. She leaned down and kissed her tenderly.
“Was that lesson two, princess?”
Ayeka laughed and kissed her back. “If it was, I believe that you passed with flying colours.”
Ryoko smiled and held her close, enjoying the warmth of her body. Ayeka curled up and snuggled into her, making Ryoko marvel at how quickly the dominating monarch had disappeared. She stroked Ayeka's back, noting the details of her long plaited hair and the pink flush that had come to her cheeks and chest.
“Are you ready to go down to the others?” she said eventually. “They'll be waiting for us.”
“Yes. I'm ready.” Ayeka kissed her and sat up. She recovered her toy and returned it to the case. Ryoko watched, running her eye appraisingly over the others it contained.
“So...you really need all of those?”
“It's a complete set,” said Ayeka, clicking the cylinder shut. “From novice to...expert. As a female of the royal family, I'm expected to retain them all. I could hardly give them away, now, could I?”
“I suppose not.” Ryoko smiled and watched her stow the case away. “Not even the one with two-”
“Ryoko!” Ayeka turned and glared. Ryoko laughed.
“You weren't so prudish with them a moment ago! But all right, I won't ask you any more.”
She got up and began recovering her clothes as Ayeka did likewise. She looked sideways at the princess and grinned.
“...for now, anyway.”
“For now?” Ayeka stopped as she began doing up the clasps on her corset.
“Well,” Ryoko smiled as she stepped into her red bodysuit. “Like you said...I've got a lot to learn, don't I?”
Ayeka smiled back. “I suppose you do, Ryoko, yes.”
Ryoko smoothed down her white tabard and winked.
“Make sure you don't keep me waiting, princess...”
Ayeka smiled and drew on the dark blue kimono she had picked out what seemed like hours ago.
“I won't, Ryoko. I promise.”